"
He took a bundle from a drawer, ran his eye over one or two with a
maudlin air, and then selected a specimen not wholly unsuitable for
publication. "THERE'S one in the eye for C.," he said, chuckling. "What
would C. say to that, I wonder? She always calls him C., you know; it's
so jolly non-committing. She says, 'I only wish that beastly old bore
C. were at Halifax--which is where he comes from and then I would fly
at once to my own dear Reggie! But, hang it all, Reggie boy, what's the
good of true love if you haven't got the dibs? I MUST have my comforts.
Love in a cottage is all very well in its way; but who's to pay for the
fizz, Reggie?' That's her refinement, don't you see? Sissie's awfully
refined. She was brought up with the tastes and habits of a lady."
"Clearly so," I answered. "Both her literary style and her liking for
champagne abundantly demonstrate it!" His acute sense of humour did not
enable him to detect the irony of my observation. I doubt if it extended
much beyond oyster shells. He handed me the letter. I read it through
with equal amusement and gratification. If Miss Sissie had written it
on purpose in order to open Cecil Holsworthy's eyes, she couldn't have
managed the matter better or more effectually.
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